I've decided what i want for Christmas. To be a zombie. Think about it, undead, only feeling hungry, and all the brains you could eat! What more could you want! Maybe I can only see the Simpsons-esque Zombie Paradise in the Tree House of Horrors episode, but thats what I want.

But then I woke up.

I'm so fricken happy I don't live in the OfficeSpace world of vapid co workers, 8 ignorant bosses telling me the same thing over and over. But thats what the customers are for I suppose. Also, would be nice if our systems worked correctly on a consistant basis, but I suppose that would be too much to ask of a Big Corporation. Oh well. Got a new car yesterday, a 91 volvo of some sort. Feel all sorts of inadequate as Igot it from mi madre, but beggars can't be choosers. Now i've got to hunt ultra cheap liability insurance. Truly I win.

Once again, sitting here in front of a monitor, dreading going back in and people screaming at me about how Sprint does this and Cingular does that and why do we do this? Why can't people hear my thoughts yelling back how much I don't care. About any of their petty little issues that they feel can only be conveyed by screaming and belittling me every time i try to answer them. OH how do I wish I could say that its just the way it is, so shut up and put up. Alas, I do need my job...

The day after Thanksgiving, and all through my body, Food was all digesting, including that last hot tahaddi... Thanksgiving was good, lots of food and spent some time with my friends as well as got a haircut finally. Go me. Still here at work, and dreading logging back in, but we are about to get yelled at salute you!